sometimes i look at random people on the train or walking down the street and wonder about their day or what they had for breakfast or where they grew up and if they’re having a good or a bad day and i wonder if people do the same to me
(Source: daisyfairy, via chaoskid)
When will I see you again?
You left with no goodbye,
Not a single word was said,No final kiss to seal any scene,
I had no idea of the state we were in.
why do people treat you like shit
and then when you are almost forgetting them
they come talk to you
